The Only Sound
Author's Note: Originally published on June 17, 2009
She could hear it, far off in the distance.
Rumble.
Pointless bickering. Angry, cutting words said out of hunger and desperation.
Rumble.
The storms were getting closer. One making its presence known, the other building in silence.
Rumble.
The sounds of people speaking in hushed tones. News from the outside world and a significant revelation.
Rumble.
A sudden hope. Ideas flowing for the first time in ages and real plans to be made. A surge of excitement.
Rumble.
Hope shattered as two storms clash. One surrounding them, assaulting their makeshift home. The other within them, tearing them apart.
Tearing her apart.
Rumble.
Fear and hurt. Ignorance of the rain pounding her body. Watching as the dim shape suddenly disappears into nothingness.
Rumble.
Cold and heartbroken. His voice, his anger, his eyes, his scent surround her.
Rumble.
Her tears fall freely. Her quiet sobs swallowed whole by the remaining storm.
Rumble.
She drifts into a restless sleep. It is the only sound she hears.
Rumble.